Fallen Angel Poem by Thomas Duncky

The moon shines on you
Just like it beams on a distant cold headstone
Whose bones under have long decayed and evolved anew
Enough to turn the old into nothing but scorn

The moon, pale and tired brightens you
Washing away dark ages long gone
Restoring in you the old elegant view
Whose fix makes you walk as graceful again into the new zone

The moon smiles on you
Yes you, who are only made of flesh and bone
Whose name pundits were ready to chew
Till by moonlight's grace, you were freshly reborn